The Duchess of Cornwall, as the whole world knows in all too painful detail,
knows more than most about the ways of love and romance and princes.

The story of how she got her man is one that is timeworn in its familiarity:
or at least we thought it was, until the Duchess had an encounter with a
seven-year-old girl doing a nature project in Adelaide.

Then, who knows what it was that stirred atavistic memories – the sight of a
little girl and her childish dreams or perhaps the tank full of tadpoles
which she was preparing to release into